How To Shift Realities Novels & Stories

said Shadow, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek and whispered, “You’re my favorite naked guy.” I smiled at her. “Do you realize they can still hear you?” “They know you’re my favorite, duh.” She rolled her eyes in amusement. “Okay.” He blew a few breaths and did a warm-up, shaking limbs. “Then what now?” “Relax your body. Think about your wolf. Sometimes, our emotions play a huge factor that triggers us to shift. He can also help you. Just open your thoughts and open yourself for the change.” “That one I know,” Calder said nervously.

"If we run into a fight, you'll get Sayler killed. You know it. I've seen the way she operates. She doesn't take chances." I ground my teeth, tasting copper. She was right. Every instinct in my gut screamed that she was right. I was a liability. I was a weapon with a broken firing pin. "I need to shift," I said, the words hanging in the air between us like a challenge. In the past, shifting was as easy as breathing. It was a drop of a stone into a pool of water, a ripple of power, a smooth transition from man to beast. I closed my eyes and reached for it.

"Then tell us everything. How do we differentiate between the realities? How do we find you... the other you?" The room grew colder as Selene began to recount the Council's dark experiments, detailing how they had played with the fabric of reality, creating rifts and fusions. "To differentiate between realities," she began, "you need to be observant. There are subtle differences, markers that indicate which reality you’re in." Suddenly, a cacophony of whispers echoed through the chamber. The very walls seemed to be muttering, an unsettling reminder of the unstable reality around us.

"Stop! Don't even think about running away! I need answers! Tessa shouts looking wide eyed at Onyx. Slowly stepping forward until she stands infront of him, hesitantly holding her hand out to touch him. But freezes a few inches away from him, fearing what he would do. Onyx steps closer and rubs his head against her hand letting her feel the sparks of their mate bond. Then he turns around and look at her and to the forest like he is inviting her to join him. Tessa sighs she doesn't know how to shift again and quite frankly she is afraid of the pain she felt yesterday. "Don't worry sweetheart, it will hurt but not as much as the first time. It will get better with every shift." Luna says 'How

Cain explained that this was where new wolves practiced shifting in a controlled environment away from the main pack. "First shift is always the hardest because you're fighting your instincts instead of working with them. You need to stop thinking and start feeling. Let your body do what it wants to do." "That's not helpful advice." "I know. But there's no instruction manual for this. Everyone's first shift is different." He stepped back to give me space. "Close your eyes and focus on what you're feeling. All that pressure under your skin, all that energy that needs an outlet. Follow it instead of pushing it down."

And then. Thud! She woke up sweating and breathing heavily. She observed her surrounding before taking a sigh of relief. It was a nightmare, again! But what's the gurantee it won't be a nightmare the next time? She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. ••••••••••

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.

“What will I be doing in here?” He slammed the door in her face. The clicking and thudding sound she heard let her know he had locked it from the outside and bolted it closed. Panic settled in her bones. She dropped her clothes on the floor and pounded on the door. “Hey! Let me out! Elder Sanchez let me out! Please! It’s dark in here.” A loud bam came from the other side of the door. His voice was muffled through the heavy wood. “You need to pray to the moon goddess. I will be a shifter. I ask for my shifting form.”

“ “Moving on is impossible. She's all I think about. I can't get her out of my head...“ “Someday, you'll fall in love again. And that someone will heal all the wounds. Someday, Son. “ “What if I don't? “ Arthur asked the one question that troubled him. “Time –they say– heal all wounds, but what if it doesn't heal mine? What if I gave all my love to Stacie, and none is remaining for another?“ “Arthur?“ “What if I never get the closure I seek, and I spend all my life crying over a love that broke me?“ “Arthur. Son, that's enough.“ “What if I never get over Stacie? What if her voice never stops haunting my dreams and thoughts?“ “Arthur, you gotta stop with the 'what-ifs' and take a decision. De

And they were using it to glue me to the spot. I roared, a sound of frustration and effort. I couldn't let this stop me. If I got stuck here, Jaynayah was lost. I needed leverage. I needed strength that my human form didn't possess in this realm. I closed my eyes, ignoring the stinging wind, and reached deep inside myself. In the physical world, shifting required breaking bones and reshaping flesh. Here, it was about intent. It was about imposing my will on the reality around me. I am the Alpha, I projected, picturing the wolf—the sheer, brute power of the beast. And I do not yield.